Psyclon Nine - Glamour Through Debris | Текст песни

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• Psyclon Nine
• Glamour Through Debris

Paint your face
With the skull of my suffering
And in the end you'll cry for me little sister
I've got the armor
In the form of these scabs and scars
And in the end you'll cry for me little sister
Rip out my heart
And i'll pull out my fucking gun
And in the end you'll cry for me little sister
One kill from a bullet
And we'll see if your plastic bleeds
And in the end you'll cry for me little sister
Can't you fucking see me
On the big screen?
Don't you see
We're all made for TV
You'll love me now
You can pin up the magazines
In my life after death
It's my glamour through your debris
The cameras on
I've got the gun
Let's have some fun
Just like the Hydra
Cut a finger from my hand
I've got four more
And I'll pull the trigger again
This is the end
So cry for me
Little sister